Majestic Afternoons

Clarence Wolfshohl

August 27, 2023

We would go in with the sun

Blaring its San Antonio summer

And find it was night with stars

Filling the dome of sky

And flashing from the screen.

All was pitch dark or shadowed

Or, one time, spotlighted on stage,

The magician Blackstone spirited

Things into air and from the air.


When the movies or shows

Were over and we’d stream

Outside to await our bus on the street,

The glare of afternoon sun

Dazzled our eyes and surprised

Our circadian rhythms back into sync

With the real stars and heavenly spheres.

Clarence Wolfshohl is professor emeritus at William Woods University.  Since his first publication in The Road Apple Review, he has been active in the small press as writer and publisher for over fifty years, publishing poetry and non-fiction in many journals, both print and online, including New Texas, San Pedro River Review, Agave, Cape Rock, and New Letters.  Among his publications are the e-chapbook Scattering Ashes (Virtual Artists Collective, 2016), the chapbook Holy Toledo (El Grito del Lobo Press, 2017), Queries and Wonderments (El Grito del Lobo Press, 2017), and Armadillos & Groundhogs (2019). 

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